List young babe – there is a noise in the trees,
Harken their rustles and creaks while you can,
Something is forming and coming to life,
Beware little child of the goblin-tree man.
He eats all the young, and he eats all the old,
He turns aside blade and axe alike,
He fears not the peasant, the priest or the king,
Knowing death only with the lightening strike.
Quiver and tremble, a-shake and a-shiver,
Put out the light and make yourself small,
But dream not of goblin man, whate’er you do,
For he only has power in the dreams of the fool.
(essentially, an old tree stump – with a tiny bit of cloning to the right side and a slight darkening of the eyes. I just thought it looked kinda cute)